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Shakespeare quotes on longBut thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st, Nor shall death brag thou wand'rest in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st, So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this Source: THE SONNETS O learn to read what silent love hath writ, To hear with eyes belongs to love's fine wit 38 How can my muse want subject to invent While thou dost breathe that pour'st into my verse, Thine own sweet argument, too excellent, For every vulgar paper to rehearse? O give thy self the thanks if aught in me, Worthy perusal stand against thy sight, For who's so dumb that cannot write to thee, When thou thy self dost give invention light? Be thou the tenth Muse, ten times more in worth Than those old nine which rhymers invocate, And he that calls on thee, let him bring forth Eternal numbers to outlive long date 67 Ah wherefore with infection should he live, And with his presence grace impiety, That sin by him advantage should achieve, And lace it self with his society? Why should false painting imitate his cheek, And steal dead seeming of his living hue? Why should poor beauty indirectly seek, Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? Why should he live, now nature bankrupt is, Beggared of blood to blush through lively veins, For she hath no exchequer now but his, And proud of many, lives upon his gains? O him she stores, to show what wealth she had, In days long since, before these last so bad This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well, which thou must leave ere long Then do thy office Muse, I teach thee how, To make him seem long hence, as he shows now I ne'er had worse luck in my life in my 'O Lord, sir!' I see thing's may serve long, but not serve ever I prithee turn aside and weep for her; Then bid adieu to me, and say the tears Belong to Egypt Enter a MESSENGER O! from Italy? Ram thou thy fruitful tidings in mine ears, That long time have been barren He purposeth to Athens; whither, with what haste The weight we must convey with's will permit, We shall appear before him.- On, there; pass along The wife of Antony Should have an army for an usher, and The neighs of horse to tell of her approach Long ere she did appear The trees by th' way Should have borne men, and expectation fainted, Longing for what it had not O sovereign mistress of true melancholy, The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me, That life, a very rebel to my will, May hang no longer on me My fleet hath yielded to the foe, and yonder They cast their caps up and carouse together Like friends long lost Therefore devise with me how we may fly, Whither to go, and what to bear with us; And do not seek to take your charge upon you, To bear your griefs yourself, and leave me out; For, by this heaven, now at our sorrows pale, Say what thou canst, I'll go along with thee Within this hour it will be dinner-time; Till that, I'll view the manners of the town, Peruse the traders, gaze upon the buildings, And then return and sleep within mine inn; For with long travel I am stiff and weary I thought to have ta'en you at the Porpentine; The chain unfinish'd made me stay thus long Nay, come, I pray you, sir, give me the chain; Both wind and tide stays for this gentleman, And I, to blame, have held him here too long Say my request's unjust, And spurn me back; but if it he not so, Thou art not honest, and the gods will plague thee, That thou restrain'st from me the duty which To a mother's part belongs The cloyed will- That satiate yet unsatisfied desire, that tub Both fill'd and running- ravening first the lamb, Longs after for the garbage I'll love him as my brother; And such a welcome as I'd give to him After long absence, such is yours I had no mind To hunt this day; the boy Fidele's sickness Did make my way long forth What thing is't that I never Did see man die! scarce ever look'd on blood But that of coward hares, hot goats, and venison! Never bestrid a horse, save one that had A rider like myself, who ne'er wore rowel Nor iron on his heel! I am asham'd To look upon the holy sun, to have The benefit of his blest beams, remaining So long a poor unknown Where? how liv'd you? And when came you to serve our Roman captive? How parted with your brothers? how first met them? Why fled you from the court? and whither? These, And your three motives to the battle, with I know not how much more, should be demanded, And all the other by-dependences, From chance to chance; but nor the time nor place Will serve our long interrogatories Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Th' imperial jointress to this warlike state, Have we, as 'twere with a defeated joy, With an auspicious, and a dropping eye, With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, In equal scale weighing delight and dole, Taken to wife; nor have we herein barr'd Your better wisdoms, which have freely gone With this affair along Therefore prepare you; I your commission will forthwith dispatch, And he to England shall along with you He sends to know if your pleasure hold to play with Laertes, or that you will take longer time Well, for two of them, I know them to be as true-bred cowards as ever turn'd back; and for the third, if he fight longer than he sees reason, I'll forswear arms This in the name of God I promise here; The which if he be pleas'd I shall perform, I do beseech your Majesty may salve The long-grown wounds of my intemperance In short time after lie depos'd the King; Soon after that depriv'd him of his life; And in the neck of that task'd the whole state; To make that worse, suff'red his kinsman March (Who is, if every owner were well placid, Indeed his king) to be engag'd in Wales, There without ransom to lie forfeited; Disgrac'd me in my happy victories, Sought to entrap me by intelligence; Rated mine uncle from the Council board; In rage dismiss'd my father from the court; Broke an oath on oath, committed wrong on wrong; And in conclusion drove us to seek out This head of safety, and withal to pry Into his title, the which we find Too indirect for long continuance With that he gave his able horse the head And, bending forward, struck his armed heels Against the panting sides of his poor jade Up to the rowel-head; and starting so, He seem'd in running to devour the way, Staying no longer question O, yet, for God's sake, go not to these wars! The time was, father, that you broke your word, When you were more endear'd to it than now; When your own Percy, when my heart's dear Harry, Threw many a northward look to see his father Bring up his powers; but he did long in vain [Singing] A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, And drink unto the leman mine; And a merry heart lives long-a Faith, I will live so long as I may, that's the certain of it; and when I cannot live any longer, I will do as I may And I'll pay't as valorously as I may, that sall I suerly do, that is the breff and the long Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech But now thy uncle is removing hence, As princes do their courts when they are cloy'd With long continuance in a settled place My forces and my power of men are yours; So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee Lordings, farewell; and say, when I am gone, I prophesied France will be lost ere long Unto the main! O father, Maine is lost- That Maine which by main force Warwick did win, And would have kept so long as breath did last I must offend before I be attainted; And had I twenty times so many foes, And each of them had twenty times their power, All these could not procure me any scathe So long as I am loyal, true, and crimeless But meet him now and be it in the morn, When every one will give the time of day, He knits his brow and shows an angry eye And passeth by with stiff unbowed knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs If York, with all his far-fet policy, Had been the Regent there instead of me, He never would have stay'd in France so long I rather would have lost my life betimes Than bring a burden of dishonour home By staying there so long till all were lost How often have I tempted Suffolk's tongue- The agent of thy foul inconstancy- To sit and witch me, as Ascanius did When he to madding Dido would unfold His father's acts commenc'd in burning Troy! Am I not witch'd like her? Or thou not false like him? Ay me, I can no more! Die, Margaret, For Henry weeps that thou dost live so long O Thou that judgest all things, stay my thoughts- My thoughts that labour to persuade my soul Some violent hands were laid on Humphrey's life! If my suspect be false, forgive me, God; For judgment only doth belong to Thee And therefore by His Majesty I swear, Whose far unworthy deputy I am, He shall not breathe infection in this air But three days longer, on the pain of death Fie on ambitions! Fie on myself, that have a sword and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I hid me in these woods and durst not peep out, for all the country is laid for me; but now am I so hungry that, if I might have a lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer Hold, valiant Clifford; for a thousand causes I would prolong awhile the traitor's life Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him ere't be long My lord, I like not of this flight of Edward's; For doubtless Burgundy will yield him help, And we shall have more wars befor't be long are advertis'd by our loving friends That they do hold their course toward Tewksbury; We, having now the best at Barnet field, Will thither straight, for willingness rids way; And as we march our strength will be augmented In every county as we go along We must not stint Our necessary actions in the fear To cope malicious censurers, which ever As rav'nous fishes do a vessel follow That is new-trimm'd, but benefit no further Than vainly longing All good people, Pray for me! I must now forsake ye; the last hour Of my long weary life is come upon me DUKE OF SUFFOLK, in his robe of estate, his coronet on his head, bearing a long white wand, as High Steward you were crown'd before, And that high royalty was ne'er pluck'd off, The faiths of men ne'er stained with revolt; Fresh expectation troubled not the land With any long'd-for change or better state Or rather then set forward; for 'twill be Two long days' journey, lords, or ere we meet Poor Tom, that eats the swimming frog, the toad, the todpole, the wall-newt and the water; that in the fury of his heart, when the foul fiend rages, eats cow-dung for sallets, swallows the old rat and the ditch-dog, drinks the green mantle of the standing pool; who is whipp'd from tithing to tithing, and stock-punish'd and imprison'd; who hath had three suits to his back, six shirts to his body, horse to ride, and weapons to wear; But mice and rats, and such small deer, Have been Tom's food for seven long year I'll look no more, Lest my brain turn, and the deficient sight Topple down headlong O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer The oldest have borne most; we that are young Shall never see so much, nor live so long That no woman shall come within a mile of my court'- Hath this been proclaimed? LONGAVILLE I know him, madam; at a marriage feast, Between Lord Perigort and the beauteous heir Of Jaques Falconbridge, solemnized In Normandy, saw I this Longaville Methought all his senses were lock'd in his eye, As jewels in crystal for some prince to buy; Who, tend'ring their own worth from where they were glass'd, Did point you to buy them, along as you pass'd No, my complete master; but to jig off a tune at the tongue's end, canary to it with your feet, humour it with turning up your eyelids, sigh a note and sing a note, sometime through the throat, as if you swallowed love with singing love, sometime through the nose, as if you snuff'd up love by smelling love, with your hat penthouse-like o'er the shop of your eyes, with your arms cross'd on your thin-belly doublet, like a rabbit on a spit, or your hands in your pocket, like a man after the old painting; and keep not too long in one tune, but a snip and away Who is he comes here? [Steps aside] Enter LONGAVILLE, with a paper What, Longaville, and reading! Listen, car Lend me the flourish of all gentle tongues- Fie, painted rhetoric! O, she needs it not! To things of sale a seller's praise belongs The extreme parts of time extremely forms All causes to the purpose of his speed; And often at his very loose decides That which long process could not arbitrate Hast thou or word, or wit, or impudence, That yet can do thee office? If thou hast, Rely upon it till my tale be heard, And hold no longer out For my part, my lord, My purpose was not to have seen you here; But meeting with Salerio by the way, He did entreat me, past all saying nay, To come with him along Why, this passes, Master Ford; you are not to go loose any longer; you must be pinion'd Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Draws on apace; four happy days bring in Another moon; but, O, methinks, how slow This old moon wanes! She lingers my desires, Like to a step-dame or a dowager, Long withering out a young man's revenue I tell him we shall stay here at the least a month, and he heartly prays some occasion may detain us longer How sweetly you do minister to love, That know love's grief by his complexion! But lest my liking might too sudden seem, I would have salv'd it with a longer treatise I may chance have some odd quirks and remnants of wit broken on me because I have railed so long against marriage I came hither to tell you, and, circumstances short'ned (for she has been too long a-talking of), the lady is disloyal And do but see his vice; 'Tis to his virtue a just equinox, The one as long as the other Lord Marshal, let me kiss my sovereign's hand, And bow my knee before his Majesty; For Mowbray and myself are like two men That vow a long and weary pilgrimage The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past Join with the present sickness that I have; And thy unkindness be like crooked age, To crop at once a too long withered flower Many a time hath banish'd Norfolk fought For Jesu Christ in glorious Christian field, Streaming the ensign of the Christian cross Against black pagans, Turks, and Saracens; And, toil'd with works of war, retir'd himself To Italy; and there, at Venice, gave His body to that pleasant country's earth, And his pure soul unto his captain, Christ, Under whose colours he had fought so long Thou shalt think Though he divide the realm and give thee half It is too little, helping him to all; And he shall think that thou, which knowest the way To plant unrightful kings, wilt know again, Being ne'er so little urg'd, another way To pluck him headlong from the usurped throne Then, as I said, the Duke, great Bolingbroke, Mounted upon a hot and fiery steed Which his aspiring rider seem'd to know, With slow but stately pace kept on his course, Whilst all tongues cried 'God save thee, Bolingbroke!' You would have thought the very windows spake, So many greedy looks of young and old Through casements darted their desiring eyes Upon his visage; and that all the walls With painted imagery had said at once 'Jesu preserve thee! Welcome, Bolingbroke!' Whilst he, from the one side to the other turning, Bareheaded, lower than his proud steed's neck, Bespake them thus, 'I thank you, countrymen.' And thus still doing, thus he pass'd along Exeunt all but GLOUCESTER Was ever woman in this humour woo'd? Was ever woman in this humour won? I'll have her; but I will not keep her long To-morrow, in my judgment, is too sudden; For I myself am not so well provided As else I would be, were the day prolong'd Richmond! When last I was at Exeter, The mayor in courtesy show'd me the castle And call'd it Rugemount, at which name I started, Because a bard of Ireland told me once I should not live long after I saw Richmond Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness Last longer telling than thy kindness' date Farewell; the leisure and the fearful time Cuts off the ceremonious vows of love And ample interchange of sweet discourse Which so-long-sund'red friends should dwell upon O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name! Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, And I'll no longer be a Capulet What's Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot, Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part Belonging to a man O, thou art deceiv'd! I would have made it short; for I was come to the whole depth of my tale, and meant indeed to occupy the argument no longer Now is the sun upon the highmost hill Of this day's journey, and from nine till twelve Is three long hours; yet she is not come How art thou out of breath when thou hast breath To say to me that thou art out of breath? The excuse that thou dost make in this delay Is longer than the tale thou dost excuse Out alas! she's cold, Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Life and these lips have long been separated Fair sir, and you my merry mistress, That with your strange encounter much amaz'd me, My name is call'd Vincentio, my dwelling Pisa, And bound I am to Padua, there to visit A son of mine, which long I have not seen Legg'd like a man, and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion; hold it no longer Doth thy other mouth call me? Mercy, mercy! This is a devil, and no monster; I will leave him; I have no long spoon Most honoured Timon, It hath pleas'd the gods to remember my father's age, And call him to long peace Prithee be not sad, Thou art true and honest; ingeniously I speak, No blame belongs to thee But believe you this, my lord, that not long ago one of his men was with the Lord Lucullus to borrow so many talents; nay, urg'd extremely for't, and showed what necessity belong'd to't, and yet was denied Speak, Queen of Goths, dost thou applaud my choice? And here I swear by all the Roman gods- Sith priest and holy water are so near, And tapers burn so bright, and everything In readiness for Hymenaeus stand- I will not re-salute the streets of Rome, Or climb my palace, till from forth this place I lead espous'd my bride along with me Then, Aaron, arm thy heart and fit thy thoughts To mount aloft with thy imperial mistress, And mount her pitch whom thou in triumph long Shall she live to betray this guilt of ours- A long-tongu'd babbling gossip? No, lords, no Lo, by thy side where Rape and Murder stands; Now give some surance that thou art Revenge- Stab them, or tear them on thy chariot wheels; And then I'll come and be thy waggoner And whirl along with thee about the globes Let me embrace thee, good old chronicle, That hast so long walk'd hand in hand with time [Sheathes his sword] Come, tie his body to my horse's tail; Along the field I will the Troyan trail True, madam, and, to comfort you with chance, Assure yourself, after our ship did split, When you, and those poor number saved with you, Hung on our driving boat, I saw your brother, Most provident in peril, bind himself- Courage and hope both teaching him the practice- To a strong mast that liv'd upon the sea; Where, like Arion on the dolphin's back, I saw him hold acquaintance with the waves So long as I could see With drinking healths to my niece; I'll drink to her as long as there is a passage in my throat and drink in Illyria You can fool no more money out of me at this throw; if you will let your lady know I am here to speak with her, and bring her along with you, it may awake my bounty further What's the matter? Why weep'st thou, man? Away, ass! You'll lose the tide if you tarry any longer O, know'st thou not his looks are my soul's food? Pity the dearth that I have pined in By longing for that food so long a time And presently go with me to my chamber, To take a note of what I stand in need of To furnish me upon my longing journey This very night; for Love is like a child, That longs for everything that he can come by You have prevail'd, my lord; if I can do it By aught that I can speak in his dispraise, She shall not long continue love to him Let me be blest to make this happy close; 'Twere pity two such friends should be long foes O, would her name were Grace! But once before I spoke to th' purpose- When? Nay, let me have't; I long If therefore you dare trust my honesty, That lies enclosed in this trunk which you Shall bear along impawn'd, away to-night Reverend sirs, For you there's rosemary and rue; these keep Seeming and savour all the winter long how a usurer's wife was brought to bed of twenty money-bags at a burden, and how she long'd to eat adders' heads and toads carbonado'd [Aside] What I do next shall be to tell the King Of this escape, and whither they are bound; Wherein my hope is I shall so prevail To force him after; in whose company I shall re-view Sicilia, for whose sight I have a woman's longing If he think it fit to shore them again, and that the complaint they have to the King concerns him nothing, let him call me rogue for being so far officious; for I am proof against that title, and what shame else belongs to't Quotes for: Shakespeare Quotes
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